WHY GOD IS SILENT

I heard God’s voice so clear at first

His Word spoke deeply to my heart

I knew just what to do right then

It was His presence from the start.

Then other voices soon were heard

That made me turn my mind to see

If this was now the only choice

That God intended just for me.

So when my thoughts led me astray

Confusion followed me around

The voice that once was loud and clear

Became a hallow, empty sound.

As I was wandering in the night

My troubled soul was griped by fear

Until confession brought me back

To where His leading became clear.

Now when I hear the Shepherd’s voice

I follow closely by His side

Assured that when He speaks again

I know He'll be my faithful Guide.

--B. Pent.

THE CALVARY ROAD

I've walked life's road for many years

At times I've faced some bitter tears
I've seen the good which made me glad
I've known the wrong which made me sad
Yet when I weighed each gain or loss
I sensed the conflict of the Cross.

Just why should love and grace appear
When man rejects God's offer here?
The Law revealed the Judge's claim

All men are slaves and bound by shame
When Jesus showed His nail pierced hand

The Cross revealed salvation's plan.

The Serpent's lie to be a “god”

Enslaved all men upon earth's sod

Yet God ordained sin's price be paid

Upon His Son our sins were laid

This Calvary Road will always be

The only place to be set free.
--B. Pent

CHOOSE WISELY

The course of life is like a race

And every man is on the team

Its valleys or its mountaintops

Are strewn with obstacles between.

Decisions come in various ways

And are the signs that mark the path

But only those who rightly choose

Can see the value of their task.

Some find the race too burdensome

While others seek escape from pain

But only those who follow strong

Will not have run their race in vain.

There is a road each man must take

And only two around each bend

There’s one that leads to heaven’s Shore

The other to a Christless end.

--B. Pent

THE SECRET OF JOY

How vain man searches for a way

Through earthly toys that soon decay

And thinks these things bring happiness

Yet find, it leads to emptiness.

In every life a God-shaped void

Is built within the heart of man

So he can know down deep inside

Redeeming grace that will abide.

But joy is not made up of things

That bid one soar on eagle wings

The answer found is knowing Him

And helping free those bound by sin.

The fruit of joy one can express

Is helping widows in distress

Or helping orphans find a home

Where they no longer need to roam.

So as you seek help from above

Let Jesus fill you with His love

Then through the service you impart

Real joy will overflow your heart.

--B. Pent

THE WEB OF DECEPTION

Deceptive thoughts that trick the mind

Like flies caught in a spider’s web

Try hard to shake its silken grip

Before its venom strikes it dead.

How subtle is this rude disguise

Intriguing lures that bate their prey

While scintillating to the eye

Dark shades of night eclipse the day.

Yet that is how a habit forms

In innocence we take the bate

By first enduring then embrace

A slave to what we later hate.

In this imprisoned wilderness

Like blowing winds that blind the eye

The only path through desert storm

Is taking flight above the sky.

The Pilot comes to rescue all

Who in repentance take His hand

For freedom is the promise made

Who in Christ's victory take their stand.

--B. Pent

MY QUIET TIME

I 'm overwhelmed this quiet time

I find it hard to comprehend

That He Who formed the universe

Should stoop to be my Special Friend

The angels round His throne may sing
Proclaiming glory to the King
But when redemption's work was done
He claimed me as His chosen son.

The message of His love proclaims:
“The door of Grace is open wide!”
And all who come in Jesus' name
Are called to be His special Bride.

But why should He have chosen me
A hopeless slave of sin and shame
I cannot understand such grace
But praise and magnify His name.

So while I'm sitting here alone
I bow in worship and in praise
To Him who sits in heaven's throne
Both now and through eternal days.
--B. Pent

LET ME CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER

Loneliness met me this morning

Life seemed so empty and gray
Time came along to torment me
Leaving me helpless all day.

I was afraid to go further
Walking this valley alone
Fear and despair my companions
Seeking for grace to be shown.

Then I called out in my anguish
Out of the depth of despair:
"Is there a hand that can rescue
Will you come answer my prayer?"

Please let me cry on your shoulder
Help drive this darkness away
Then I will stand in the sunlight
Knowing real joy for the day.
--B. Pent